A modern vampire, a perfect blend of ancient darkness and contemporary menace. His face is sharp, with high cheekbones and a jawline chiseled from frost-kissed alabaster, his skin a smooth, almost porcelain hue, faintly glowing in the dim light. Dark veins pulse beneath his skin, shifting from violet to deep crimson, like an electric current running just beneath the surface. His eyes are deep pools of midnight-black, faintly lit with an otherworldly glow — the remnants of an ancient curse, now a quiet, dangerous power. In their depths, flickers of long-lost runes dance like dying stars, secrets too ancient to be fully understood. His hair is dark as raven feathers, slicked back with modern precision, though streaks of silver hint at something older, something immortal. He wears a tailored black leather jacket, sleek and sharp, adorned with faint symbols of ancient bloodlines and forgotten wars. Around his neck, a chain of blackened silver holds a pendant — a shard of an antique mirror, now shaped into a sleek, modern amulet that catches the light in strange ways. In his hand, he wields a sleek, obsidian-bladed sword, its edge reflecting light like liquid shadow, humming with the power of centuries.